Things are the same as the old man said.

The bald and strong man is the old man's second son.

The middle-aged male boss of Fugui Hotel is the eldest son of the boss.

Ever since the bald man learned that there was a priceless ancient painting at home, he tried every means to get it.

Of course, the old man and his wife knew what their second son was. The only ancient painting passed down by their ancestors could not be ruined by him like this.

Therefore, in order to make the second son give up and stop thinking about ancient paintings, the old couple said that they had given the ancient paintings to his brother and sister-in-law, that is, the middle-aged male and female boss of Fugui Hotel.

But I don't want to.

This brought death to the female boss and his wife.

That night, the bald and strong man found a group of cruel and ruthless people from society and moved into the hotel.

People die for money, and birds die for food.

Often under the temptation of money, people will become bold and do inhumane things.

In order to force the female boss and his wife to hand over the ancient paintings.

The bald strong man killed his brother and cut his brother's body into dozens of pieces, threatening and shocking the female boss to tell the whereabouts of the ancient painting.

Not only that.

The female boss was also raped and lustful by other male gangsters, so that his nerves sometimes became a little abnormal.

Escape is impossible, these vicious gangsters stayed in the hotel 24 hours a day.

He didn't dare to call the police. Once he called the police, the old man and his wife, the female boss and her only son would definitely be killed.

This torture lasted for nearly a month.

During this month, the five-year-old boy would see his mother being beaten, raped, and tortured by all kinds of inhuman torture every day.

However, the female boss gritted her teeth and insisted, and after knocking her mouth down, she would swallow her stomach with blood, because she knew that once she died, her son would not survive.

From that time on, the five-year-old boy's psychology began to be distorted.

When a person's psychology begins to distort, it is very terrible, so terrible that ordinary people cannot imagine.

No matter how old you are, when you see your father being killed and broken into dozens of pieces, your mother being beaten, tortured, raped every day -= You must wish to chop these gangsters into meat sauce, peel them up, eat their meat, drink their blood, and chew their bones.

So, the little boy started to act. He took advantage of the loopholes that these gangsters would not take him seriously and killed people one after another.

"Even if I have a motive for murder, how can I kill those adults?" The little boy's tone changed. He didn't look like a five-year-old child at all, but like a fifty-year-old elderly man who had suffered a lot. He stared at Li Mu with resentment.

"The answer lies on your right hand." Li Mu pointed to the little boy's right hand.

The little boy was startled and seemed to have never expected that someone would discover the secret on his right hand, but he was still very confident and spread his right hand out:

"What's wrong with my right hand? It's normal."

"Wu Qian and Zhou Tao saw four corpses at the entrance of the corridor and were so scared that they screamed. When I rushed over, I saw someone running up the second floor. When I caught up with the second floor, I saw you squatting in the corner of the wall on the second floor crying. In fact, those four people were the ones you just killed. You lied to me and said that you couldn't find your father, so I took your hand and walked downstairs."

"Do you remember when I touched your right hand, I was stunned? That's because I found that there were many small cracks in the palm of your right hand. How could a child have so many small cracks in the palm of his hand? The only possibility is that he touched something that would crack his skin every day, and this kind of thing is the mandala plant that can be seen everywhere."

"Do you know why I'm sure you often touch the mandala flowers? Because when I was hugging you downstairs, I smelled the very heavy mandala pollen smell on your body. This plant can be seen everywhere. The flowers bloom most vigorously in the hot season, and contain highly poisonous and the smell is very special. Not to mention accidentally eating, even if you smell too much, it will make your whole body sore and weak. It is also the main ingredient of anesthetics. You use the mandala flowers to poison these killed people first and weaken them all. Then you use an iron hammer to smash their heads." Li Mu gradually analyzed and told all the little boy's killing methods.

"I underestimated you. I thought you were as stupid as those two college students and the policemen who came later. They would consider my grandfather a murderer and would not doubt me at all. Unexpectedly, you not only knew that I was the real murderer, but also analyzed the whole thing!" The little boy gritted his teeth, and the bloody octagonal iron hammer in his right hand became tighter and tighter.

"Actually, I didn't doubt you at the beginning, but when your grandfather smashed the bald strong man with an octagonal iron hammer to death, he admitted that he was the murderer. When he told the story, I found a suspicious point in the octagonal iron hammer he used, that is, an iron hammer that had killed countless people before. Why is it brand new as before? Shouldn't it be bloody? Later, I recalled and sorted everything from beginning to end, and found that you are the real murderer!" Li Mu looked at the five-year-old boy and was also shocked.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that a five-year-old boy would be a meticulous murderer.

Of course, this five-year-old boy is also a pitiful and pathetic person. He had to see his father being smashed to pieces at such a young age, and his mother suffered inhuman torture every day. The pain was enough to make people shudder just by thinking about it, let alone personal experience!

With such an experience, it is not difficult to understand that a person’s psychopathy is extremely distorted!

"Since you know I am the real murderer, what are you going to do?" The little boy is really mature, a kind of mature man who makes people regret and regret.

Li Mu glanced at the little boy, then looked at the black plastic bag in front of the burning pile of dark paper:

"If I'm not mistaken, the black plastic bag should be a skull of every person you killed. After you break the heads of these people, you take away a skull and treat it as their heads, and then put it together for paper burning sacrifices to comfort your father and tell him, is it right for your son to avenge him?"

"You are the only one who can see the truth. If you had known it, I would have been the first to kill you when you entered the hotel!" The little boy stared at Li Mu with resentment. The murderous aura emanated from a child, which seemed even more terrifying.

"I didn't think of this at first because you deliberately asked your mother and grandparents to mislead me. You are really smart, but I advise you to surrender to the police station because your life has just begun." Li Mu persuaded the little boy.

But the little boy suddenly changed his face and pointed to the ancient painting on the wall of the hall:

"Look at that groom, it looks exactly like you. Do you know who this groom is?"

"Do you know?" Li Mu was shocked. He always felt that he could uncover the important secrets of himself after he figured out who the groom in the ancient painting was.
Chapter completed!